Teef Sweat - Hip-Hop Zombie Type Thing lyrics

[Verse 1: Sly Quota] Don't give a f**, like my etiquette stained These record labels wondering if they can get him contained And on the mic I shine bright as Thomas Edison's brain Or a neck with a chain, I'm getting fed up with lames This, record sustains your mental ability So sick; best to get me to a medic facility I been on this villainy, he reckless and menacing Spit leaded weapons, dope as Excederin medicine I Spit 'til I get Fatlip(ped) like Pharcyde Skin a rapper down to raw hides yelling "all rise" I keep hitting beats 'til your whole squad die I'm hocking up the freshest snot like I snort tide And, I'm not popular so f** it But don't lie and say I'm not hot when I'm combusting Just stop with them a**umptions, I'm topping all you dunces And running nonstop like I'm dodging cops or something [Hook: Sly Quota & Overdost] I'm like rap's ba*tard love child Always stay buckwild son, f** mild If you diss, then it's bound to get drastic This rap is coming back from its casket that Hip hop zombie type thing a right wing Bomb squad extremist so plea to Jesus Frankenstein and Doctor Hyde's combi- Nation rock monster, hip hop's top martyrs [Verse 2: Overdost] I'm twisted in the head, hey, but I'm gifted in the bed wait Though I'm drifting in the left lane and I'm sniffing on some lead paint sh**ting out my dead weight while I'm sifting through some red tape Shifting to the next grade, christened? Can't get saved Kristiaan is my best name, picking through my chest pain Pissed and I'm fisting religion wishing they'd quit, f** it let's play Sipping delicious resentment expecting what may have never met change Slits are now pits how's it feel while this is led stray? Kicking diseased dogs down, isn't thinking he's too hard now Limping with an injured hip, hops along but stops to believe in a god now Listen it's a facade pal, missing a link is a job now I'm twisted in the head, hey, but I'm gifted in the bed, wait Though I'm drifting in the left lane, and I'm sniffing on some lead paint Yea I'm sh**tin out my dead weight, while I'm sifting through some red tape See me shiftin to the next grade, christened? Can't get saved Kristiaan is my best name, pickin through my chest pain Pissed and I'm fistin religion, wishin they'd quit f** it let's play Sippin delicious resentment expectin what may have never met change Slits are now pits how's it feel while this is lead stray Kicking diseased dogs down, isn't thinking he's too hard now Limping with an injured hip, hops along but stops to believe in a god now Listen it's a facade pal, missing a link is a job now Envision a tomb with your mind in it you are in line with a new plague of fraud now Lifting a used credit card while you're pitching good souls in a carts pile Ditching them in a Walmart's aisle, giggling as they're hauled off now Preposterous, apocalypse and the zombie flicks and the monsters with Their fraudulent flopping tits, obvious atheist's lost vow [Hook: Sly Quota & Overdost] I'm like rap's ba*tard love child Always stay buckwild son, f** mild If you diss, then it's bound to get drastic This rap is coming back from its casket that Hip hop zombie type thing a right wing Bomb squad extremist so plea to Jesus Frankenstein and Doctor Hyde's combi- Nation rock monster, hip hop's top martyrs [Verse 3: Sly Quota] Yup, I'm k**ing sh** like a tontine Zombie like Erick Arc, sicker than a quarantine All my hip hop heads throw your hands in the air Your head spinning like a teenage Linda Blair In a scare MC's showing up ill prepared I'm from the underground k**ing pairs of millionaires From that sick hip hop squadron Spit snot and watch rappers hit rock bottom I kick box all them, lyrically Van Dam-aging Enchant fans to trances while your mans and them, panicking Antics and shenanigans amped examples of rancidness Clan'll spit some manic sh** to get everyone in the stands to flip And raise they're hands and sh**, spit not poppy for ice rings Sly Villain and O.D. Hip hop zombie type things [Hook: Sly Quota & Overdost] I'm like rap's ba*tard love child Always stay buckwild son, f** mild If you diss, then it's bound to get drastic This rap is coming back from its casket that Hip hop zombie type thing a right wing Bomb squad extremist so plea to Jesus Frankenstein and Doctor Hyde's combi- Nation rock monster, hip hop's top martyrs